Lu Ziyuan's voice carried an undetectable tremor.
It seemed fearful, almost on the verge of collapse.
His eyes, deep as ink, fixed on her, trying to discern any hint of a clue on her face.
At least it would prove that what she said earlier was just to anger him deliberately.
But Xie Wanqing's gaze passed over him, landing on the man standing at the mouth of the cave, eyes filled with hope.
...She was hoping another man would come to save her.
This realization made Lu Ziyuan's eyes suddenly fill with hostility, as if a silent anger was burning.
Xie Wanqing felt the hand gripping the back of her neck tighten suddenly. She frowned from the pain, "Let me go!"
"She told you to let go, didn't you hear?" The man's voice at the entrance, usually gentle and clear, now carried a hint of depth.
"Get lost!" Lu Ziyuan turned his head sharply, his dark eyes swirling with a storm, "This is our business, not for others to interfere."
